Lonely.

Thursday, April 7, 2016

I'm a stay at home mom. My children are always around. Yet, there are times that I feel so lonely. My mom has recently told me that she misses having small children so much that it hurts at times. "It's lonely to no longer have your kids in your home," she tells me. This makes total sense to me. How is it that I have moments of being lonely even while my children are clinging to me?

After confiding in a friend who was honest to me and admitted her loneliness it became a theme of my week. I was curious how now myself and two other women in my life have had this same revelation in the same week?

I was able to pinpoint where this loneliness was coming from. The idea that my best friend, someone who fit the mold of my missing piece so perfectly that we have become closer, faster than any other friend I've had in the past, may move in the near future. The pending move isn't 100% a go, but the idea is there. My heart breaks at the idea.

This led me to believe that friendship and having women in my life are pretty important to me and my daily attitude. My husband is indeed my best friend. However, women need other women. Women to go to Target with, to compare recipes with and to talk about nothing and everything with.

I'm going to go out on a limb an say that loneliness isn't an uncommon emotion felt by women. I myself am not one to allow myself to label things, especially if it would be considered a "weakness." I've figured out my problem and the source of the problem, now I needed a solution.

My solution came in reaching out to other friends. Arranging a get together, even if only one other friend out of the bunch can make it it will still be worth the effort. Next step was to do something for someone else. So, I baked. I baked a batch of organic veggie muffins to share with friends.

I want to note that I don't think being lonely or admitting you're lonely is a weakness. It would have become a weakness if I would have allowed it to consume me. At weak moments there are times where this happens. I'm thankful for my husband who brings me back to reality. I'm thankful for women in my life who support me and who are there for me when I need them. Even if that means they are there to give muffins to.

We all have our moments. My goal is to make sure the when those moments arrive I have emergency exits in place. Exits and bubbles, because my children and my household depend on me. My attitude effects them all and sets the tone each and every day. Bowing bubbles with smiling little girls certainly brightens a sub-par day and a little bubble of hope is sometimes all you need.